Shall we their fond pageant see?Lord, what fools these mortals be!

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

My soul is in the sky.

Lord, what fools these mortals be!

I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows, Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.

Are you sure/That we are awake? It seems to me/That yet we sleep, we dream

Here come the lovers, full of joy and mirth.— Joy, gentle friends! joy and fresh days of love Accompany your hearts!

Oh why rebuke you him that loves you so? / Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe.

And yet, to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together nowadays.

I’ll follow thee and make a heaven of hell, To die upon the hand I love so well.

Four days will quickly steep themselves in nightsFour nights will quickly dream away the time.

Muddy water is best cleared by leaving it alone.

Every child born into the world has a divine mission to fulfill.As the child grows into adulthood, he or she must act to fulfill the divine mission.

I know Jesus Christ died for my sins, and that's all I really need to know.

There is no repose for the mind except in the absolute; for feeling, except in the infinite; for the soul, except in the divine.

The best service that can be rendered to a Country, next to that of giving it liberty, is in diffusing the mental improvement equally essential to the preservation, and the enjoyment of the blessing.

I remain a fan of my friend Bret Easton Ellis's 'American Psycho.' I think as a book about New York in the '80s it was pretty excellent.

I think I'll try to keep working in film for a little bit. There's something still kind of magical about it, that I don't want to let go of.

Of course there are peace-loving Muslims.

Shall I redirect my life's journey because down some side road might be some trifle I'm entitled to?